Smoke drifted through the shattered room.
The remaining cabinet members slowly turned toward the doorway.
One body collapsed.
Then another.
Neither had even seen who fired.
Only the smell of burnt gunpowder lingered.
A figure stepped through the doorway.
Tall.
Broad-shouldered.
Draped in a long black coat that reached almost to the floor.
Beneath it rested a crimson suit, immaculate despite the battle outside.
White gloves.
Black boots.
A wide-brimmed black hat cast a shadow over his eyes.
Only a calm smile was visible.
In each hand—
A large pistol.
Elegant.
Deadly.
The remaining cabinet members immediately fired.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The stranger moved.
Not fast.
Simply...
Enough.
Each bullet missed by mere centimeters.
One pistol barked.
Bang.
A cabinet member collapsed.
The second pistol answered.
Bang.
Another body hit the floor.
One survivor rushed him with a sword.
The stranger sidestepped.
Placed one pistol beneath the man's chin.
Bang.
Silence.
Another tried escaping through the window.
Bang.
A single shot struck the back of his knee.
The man collapsed screaming.
The stranger calmly walked over.
Bang.
The screaming stopped.
Click.
Both pistols emptied.
Without even looking—
His hands moved.